The countless sword-shaped shadows only had one purpose—to shatter Haroon’s defenses and obliterate him. He was shocked to face such a terrifying attack.

Previously, Adrian did not seem particularly threatening. Hence, Haroon wondered how Adrian’s strength appeared to increase tenfold. The former gritted his teeth from the pressure he felt. As time passed, he sensed an overwhelming force threatening to crush him.

At that moment, Adrian’s mocking voice echoed, “I suggest you surrender now, Haroon. Otherwise, my sword won’t stop.”

Haroon could vaguely see Adrian’s figure amidst the countless sword-shaped shadows. Adrian’s presence seemed utterly unreachable to Haroon, like a towering figure he could never hope to touch.

“Damn it! If this continues, I’m bound to lose!” Haroon knew he had to devise a countermeasure.

“Wait!” Suddenly, an idea flashed through Haroon’s mind. He still had one last trump card. With a swift motion, he extended his hand and released a burst of black gas. Thi